Initially, I thought this story of the narrator and his pal Carroll in Provence was just a
ghost story. After all, they wander off and meet a young woman and her aunt, whom the
travelers later find out have been dead for years. Ghosts, right? After all, Oliver Onions is
known for his ghost stories. Unless the travelers were actually in the ladies’ house of
long ago, and proof of their visits surfaces.
— Michael Main
He paused, looking at my cigarette case, which he had taken into his hand again. He
smiled at some recollection or other, and it was a minute or so before he continued.
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